The Next Jeneration.

Well, that's me. My UCAS application is away...with y'know, the fairies or however the interweb gets things from one place to another these days. I even went the full shahbang and filled in my Core Skills.

SQA: "Can you talk?"
4th Year Me: "Yes. Very well, thank you."
SQA: "Here, have a core skill with a fancy name. 'Vocational Skill'."
4th Year Me: "Aye, Cool n' 'at. Ta."
SQA: "Aye, Nae bothur, but."

So much merriment was had in filling them in. My Numeracy skills are Int 2. Hehe! No surprise there.

SQA: "Ha! Yer shite, ya bawbag!"
Present Me: "Shut yer face, ya tit."
SQA: *mumble* "m'sorry."
Present Me: "PWND!"

When I read the reference Mr Walker (ye olde Guidance teacher) gave me, it actually filled me with a queer sense of fulfilment- I felt slightly proud of what I gained from what I affectionately call 'The SHITEHOLE.'

So, I now have 6 paths staring me in the face: Napier in Edinburgh, Caledonian in Glasgow, Paisley campus at Ayr, Stirling, Cumbria or Northumbria. All in media production.

Do I study in England? I think I might. It opens doors. But then, monetary issues might blight my plans. SAAS won't help me in England. Or will it? I should really start paying attention to things... for fear of doing 'a Pocahontas' and singing about dreams about paths to trees and otters, I think I might read up on it.

Oh, and can anyone shed any light on how one could possibly snag a job as a runner?